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This place really did have much more human warmth. A bundle of millet rice was soon brought in, in nothing more than a folded lotus leaf, without chopsticks. The food itself was clean, though. Pei Ye wolfed it down in a sorry state and felt some vitality return to his body.
He really had been born with a good, strong frame.
"Hey, what did you do to warrant all that fuss?" A voice came from the diagonally opposite cell in the maximum-security prison, now dim and quiet again.
The speaker was very thin, with a somewhat sinister face. Pei Ye noticed that his wrists bore the same magical artifacts for suppressing true qi, though his were clearly old. He seemed to be a longtime resident.
Pei Ye looked away and leaned against the wall with his legs splayed. "Murder."
The man gave a ghostly laugh. "Who here hasn't killed someone? Who did you kill?"
"A governor-general."
The prison fell silent, followed by a few scattered, brief laughs.
Pei Ye looked toward the sounds. He could make out roughly five cells around him. Apart from the sinister, skeletal man diagonally to his left, whom he had already seen, there was a woman in green diagonally to his right, one leg straight and the other bent. Her posture belonged to someone trained in martial arts, yet she did not seem like someone from the Jianghu. She had something of the stern propriety of the court official from earlier.
In the cell immediately to his left was a man with no cap and his hair loose. He wore no magical artifact restraining his true qi, because he had no cultivation at all. In fact, there was not the slightest trace of martial training about him. His shackles had rubbed several layers of